Guard your Secrets
Pencil on paper.
Once, I found a dead porcupine whilst traipsing out in the white hills, and I scavenged the quills
and took the head and one of the arms to salvage the claws. Later, with the body remains in my little bag, I found a tree nestled deep in one of the canals, sat beneath it, and sketched the porcupine.
He tells me to guard my secrets. Particularly when I start to go underground. I know exactly what
he means. But .. it's a secret.
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